Rolling into Los Angeles at dusk. Hotel dishes clinking in kitchen next to the room. People fucking in the parking lot selling their souls to the night. Feeling the electricity of Venice Beach with a friend on my arm and booze in my heart.
Rejection and defeat.
Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.
Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.
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